Chapter 160 Despicable Tactics, This Is Called Shrewdness

On Saturday, the first game of the Quidditch season arrived as scheduled.

Before eleven o'clock, all teachers and students rushed to the Quidditch field and gathered on the platform.

In the Slytherin locker room, Marcus and six players put on green team robes and were ready to go.

"This is the first time we use a new tactic, but I have enough confidence. The effect of the training in the past two months is obvious to everyone." Marcus looked at the players standing in a row and said seriously: "Look at the Nimbus 2001 in your hands. It is the latest model with an absolute speed advantage.

We must win this game no matter what, because we can't afford the consequences of losing."

"Next, please let our best seeker in Slytherin history speak."

After the voice fell, everyone looked at the door, and Aaron walked in with a dark face, lifting the green curtain.

"You asked the prefect to call me here just for this?"

"It is necessary to boost morale." Marcus said seriously, "I'm sure Wood is doing the same thing now."

"The problem is that I have something else to do, something very important, very important."

When Aaron checked the book a few days ago, he found that it recorded the weakness of the basilisk, the crowing of the rooster.

This discovery made him ecstatic, and he felt that there was a ray of hope.

But he didn't dare to show it. He just wanted to steal the roosters raised by Hagrid quietly, no, he wanted to borrow one or two to protect himself.

After all, the enemy is in the dark and we are in the light. If he is accidentally exposed, the heir of Slytherin will know that he has discovered the identity of the monster, which is not a good thing.

But it is usually difficult for him to find an opportunity to take action. Hagrid, the ranger, is not an ordinary conscientious person.

It was not easy to wait until the day of the Quidditch game. Most of the students and teachers were not in the castle, and Hagrid also left the hut to watch the game on the spot.

This time is quite rare, everything is equivalent to being unguarded.

Catch two roosters and lock them up in the dormitory without anyone noticing.

As for whether Hagrid would suspect it? There are so many creatures in the Forbidden Forest, it is normal for one or two greedy ones to run out occasionally.

But just as he was about to take action, the prefect Naylor came over in person and invited him here to cheer for the Slytherin team.

Such a great opportunity was missed, but he had no place to complain, so his mood was naturally not very good.

"Today's Quidditch game is the top priority for Slytherin.

I'm willing to let Naylor invite you, and you will definitely not refuse the prefect's request."

Aaron forced a smile and gave Marcus a thumbs up, "You are awesome."

"Thank you for the compliment." Marcus said very pleased.

Aaron's eyes swept over the Slytherin team members, "I won't say much about encouragement, I believe you have heard a lot.

I like to speak the truth. As long as you win this game, I will personally fund 100 gold galleons as a reward."

After the voice fell, the Slytherin team, including Marcus, was a little excited, even Draco, who was not short of money.

To be honest, they have drunk a lot of chicken soup for the soul these days and have long been immune to it.

They don't want to lose this game, but in addition to honor, getting more substantial benefits is also a huge motivation.

"Are you serious?" asked the chaser Derian.

"Senior, you know me, I keep my word." Aaron said meaningfully, "But I definitely can't take it out now. After we win, I will give it to Draco and let him send it to you."

"I heard it all. Now we have one more reason not to lose." Marcus said, "Get ready to play."

Looking at the seven players standing at the entrance of the stadium, Aaron hesitated and called Draco, "I didn't want to come, but since I'm here, I have to remind you."

"You say."

"I know you don't like Harry Potter, but this is a team game, so... don't put your personal emotions into it."

Draco nodded, "Don't worry, I'm fully prepared and won't let you down."

"That's good.

In addition, don't be too nervous. Protecting yourself is also an important job for the seeker." Aaron said, looking at the crowded stadium, noticing the particularly conspicuous giant Hagrid, and couldn't help but feel a little moved.

The plan should proceed as usual! This game is a protracted war, and there should still be enough time.

The door slowly opened, the sun shone on everyone's face, followed by deafening cheers.

Fourteen Gryffindor and Slytherin players rode on their brooms and flew over the field at the same time.

The two captains' eyes collided, as if sparks exploded in the air, and the atmosphere suddenly became more serious.

The other players also glared at each other, and no one was convinced.

With a whistle, the Bludger, the Quaffle, and the Golden Snitch all jumped out of the box.

The twelve players moved quickly to find the Quaffle that could score.

Neither Harry nor Draco participated, but flew to a higher position, looking for the golden light spots that appeared and disappeared in the court.

Harry looked around carefully, but within two minutes he found something wrong.

Draco on the opposite side did not mean to look for the golden snitch, but stared at him with a vigilant face, which made him feel a little scared.

"What are you looking at me for?"

"Nothing, I'm just looking for the golden snitch."

"Do you think I believe it?"

Draco shrugged, "It doesn't matter to me whether you believe it or not."

Ding Dong!

The sound of the gong sounded.

Just as the two were confronting each other, Slytherin scored a goal and got ten points.

"So fast?" Harry looked at the referee's seat, a little unbelievable.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk!" Draco smacked his lips, "This is the advantage of equipment. Gryffindor can't catch up with Slytherin's speed.

Our original plan was to score a goal every three minutes, but now it seems to be unsatisfactory."

"You..." Harry was about to say something when he heard the sound of a swift wind.

He subconsciously lowered his head, and a Bludger flew over his head.

"Be careful, Potter, it's meaningless to win too easily."

Harry glared at him fiercely, and simply stopped looking for the target in the same place, and immediately controlled the broom to fly in the opposite direction.

But soon, Draco appeared next to him.

"Do you want me to let you go?"

"It's not so easy for Nimbus 2001 to keep up with Nimbus 2000. I have to control the deceleration."

Harry gritted his teeth, didn't reply, and just kept accelerating.

But no matter how he flew, there was always a green shadow beside him.

Even after flying around the court for several times, Draco was still like a dog-skin plaster, and he couldn't get rid of it.

"That's enough." Harry suppressed his anger and stopped in mid-air, "Why are you following me if you're not looking for the Golden Snitch?"

Draco raised his eyebrows, "Who said I didn't look for the Golden Snitch? It just so happened that we were looking in the same direction."

Harry chose to ignore this rogue explanation and looked for the Golden Snitch on the court.

As for Draco, as long as he didn't attack him, he would follow him!

Hard work pays off. Harry found the Golden Snitch behind Draco on the court and immediately turned around and rushed over.

At the same time, Draco also heard the sound of high-speed vibration of wings from behind him, and immediately understood the location of the Golden Snitch.

But thinking of the tactics of the Slytherin team, he still resisted the urge to grab it, and didn't even turn his head back. He crossed his body and successfully stopped Harry a second before he flew over.

After the black broomstick disappeared from Harry's sight, the Golden Snitch also disappeared.

At this time, the sound of the gong sounded again, and Marcus threw the Quaffle into the Gryffindor goal.

"Slytherin scored another goal, 70 to 10, Gryffindor is behind." Commentator Jordan happily pressed the score meter.

Hearing this, Harry couldn't help but look back at the referee's seat, and the score hit his chest like a hammer.

It didn't hurt much, but the mood was particularly heavy.

After only 20 minutes, there was a 60-point gap, which could only happen when there were no players in the past.

Now he, the seeker, is under greater pressure. If he can't grab the Golden Snitch before the score difference reaches 150 points, then Gryffindor will lose this game.

Suddenly, a light flashed in Harry's mind, and looking at the smiling Draco, he felt a surge of anger in his heart.

"Is this your tactic?"

"Did you see that?" Draco was a little surprised. "But it doesn't matter. It's meaningless even if you know our tactics."

"What a despicable tactic."

"That's a bit insulting." Draco said shamelessly. "Even if you say it's treacherous, I admit it, but I personally think it's smart."

Harry didn't want to argue with him, and didn't pay attention to the golden snitch anymore. He just turned around and flew towards Wood.

Draco smiled slightly and chased after him.

But just in case, he called Flint halfway. He didn't think he could fight two people alone.

"Why are you here? The golden snitch is your mission." Wood said a little angrily. Just now Slytherin scored another goal.

"Wood, I have a major discovery. Slytherin's tactic is..." Harry was halfway through his words when a bludger hit him and he had to dodge sideways.

"Their tactic is to let Malfoy drag me, the seeker, and let others win by the final score with their speed advantage."